Post by Faustus on May 24, 2014 18:13:55 GMT
OOC: This is a "History" rp. That means it takes place in the past, and is not actually happening as we speak. Feel free to join at your leisure and play whatever role you like, but it can't change any events that may, or may not happen in the future of the Gang Warfare series. That means no killing important characters like generals and gang leaders who are currently leading. Since this is a history rp, it allows us to play characters who are currently tied up in other rp's at the same time without making the characters omnipresent.
Respite's Grotto was the pit of no return. You were born into the pit, and the pit would be all you knew. You would eat, sleep, and breathe the pit, and the pit became a part of you. It was the city of hard knocks. You either made it, or you didn't. And to make it, you had to have grit. You had to be willing to do anything. If you weren't willing to do anything, and everything to get out, then you just wouldn't. You'd work an honest job where you were payed shit and were eventually laid off, and, most of the time, you were robbed by those who were willing to do anything on your way home, and left in an ally to die. And that would be the story of you. Some righteous, poor bastard who worked every day of his or her life, provided for his or her children like a good person, and then was mugged, beaten, and shot to death in an ally. It takes grit. It takes someone willing to become less than human to escape.
Cayden Green learned that at a young age. He was on the path to throwing away his humanity.
He walked up the porch stairs from the cracked sidewalk, a sign at the start of the street read "Maple St", and another sign on the same pole read, "18th St." He looked at his rolex on his wrist, and the clock had only just stricken three PM. He didn't knock on the door after reaching the top of the steps. He wasted exactly three minutes, and then it opened, right on time. Three-o'-three on the dot. A tall, husky man stood on the other side. He wore no shirt, and his bronze, cut naked upper half rippled and flexed with tension and sweat. He was taller than Cayde, and not by no short order, either. And he was definitely bigger. But Cayden didn't lose the stern look on his face. He almost seemed confident.
The two locked hazel and brown eyes, Cayden's and the mans respectively. The man stepped forward one pace, stepping down from the door onto the porch with a single, large booted foot, and then the other. They were not only a a half a foot apart.
"Whachu' want, lil man?" The mans voice was condescending. Probably purposefully.
"Why the hell you think I'm 'ere? Don't play wit me. You know what this is."
The man looked surprised. He paused. Folded his arms. And then, out of nowhere, the two just started bursting into laughter, and embraced one another.
"Well fuck, man! How long has it been!? Little Cay Cay is now big Cay Cay, huh!?"
"Yeah I did a bit of growin', cuzzin Al. I'm bout to be standin' over you, ya' little shit."
"Yeah yeah, maybe one day lil tike. Come on in. Glad to welcome you to the family business."
"Glad to be in the business. Tired of bein' broke. Tired of this dumb ass school. Tired of these fuckin' crooked ass police. I gotta' get up and outta' here."
"That's the plan lil bruh. That's the plan for all of us. But look, we can talk about all this shit later. You know I heard about Uncle Ruckus... I'm sorry. I knew y'all were close. I'm sorry I couldn't make it to the funeral."
Cayden paused for a moment. And if Alvin hadn't known better, he could've sworn his eyes watered up for a split second. "Nah it's all good. We all busy livin' and survivin' anyhow. He told me he missed you right before he died though. Just thought you should know."
"I'm sorry cuzzo. I feel guilty for not bein' there. But anyway, come in. We got a lot of shit to talk about. You joined at a great time. We got work for you."
Respite's Grotto was the pit of no return. You were born into the pit, and the pit would be all you knew. You would eat, sleep, and breathe the pit, and the pit became a part of you. It was the city of hard knocks. You either made it, or you didn't. And to make it, you had to have grit. You had to be willing to do anything. If you weren't willing to do anything, and everything to get out, then you just wouldn't. You'd work an honest job where you were payed shit and were eventually laid off, and, most of the time, you were robbed by those who were willing to do anything on your way home, and left in an ally to die. And that would be the story of you. Some righteous, poor bastard who worked every day of his or her life, provided for his or her children like a good person, and then was mugged, beaten, and shot to death in an ally. It takes grit. It takes someone willing to become less than human to escape.
Cayden Green learned that at a young age. He was on the path to throwing away his humanity.
He walked up the porch stairs from the cracked sidewalk, a sign at the start of the street read "Maple St", and another sign on the same pole read, "18th St." He looked at his rolex on his wrist, and the clock had only just stricken three PM. He didn't knock on the door after reaching the top of the steps. He wasted exactly three minutes, and then it opened, right on time. Three-o'-three on the dot. A tall, husky man stood on the other side. He wore no shirt, and his bronze, cut naked upper half rippled and flexed with tension and sweat. He was taller than Cayde, and not by no short order, either. And he was definitely bigger. But Cayden didn't lose the stern look on his face. He almost seemed confident.
The two locked hazel and brown eyes, Cayden's and the mans respectively. The man stepped forward one pace, stepping down from the door onto the porch with a single, large booted foot, and then the other. They were not only a a half a foot apart.
"Whachu' want, lil man?" The mans voice was condescending. Probably purposefully.
"Why the hell you think I'm 'ere? Don't play wit me. You know what this is."
The man looked surprised. He paused. Folded his arms. And then, out of nowhere, the two just started bursting into laughter, and embraced one another.
"Well fuck, man! How long has it been!? Little Cay Cay is now big Cay Cay, huh!?"
"Yeah I did a bit of growin', cuzzin Al. I'm bout to be standin' over you, ya' little shit."
"Yeah yeah, maybe one day lil tike. Come on in. Glad to welcome you to the family business."
"Glad to be in the business. Tired of bein' broke. Tired of this dumb ass school. Tired of these fuckin' crooked ass police. I gotta' get up and outta' here."
"That's the plan lil bruh. That's the plan for all of us. But look, we can talk about all this shit later. You know I heard about Uncle Ruckus... I'm sorry. I knew y'all were close. I'm sorry I couldn't make it to the funeral."
Cayden paused for a moment. And if Alvin hadn't known better, he could've sworn his eyes watered up for a split second. "Nah it's all good. We all busy livin' and survivin' anyhow. He told me he missed you right before he died though. Just thought you should know."
"I'm sorry cuzzo. I feel guilty for not bein' there. But anyway, come in. We got a lot of shit to talk about. You joined at a great time. We got work for you."
